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the emperor julian.
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Phocion.

The Galileans, sire! They have them!

Publia.

Hilarion!

Phocion.

They have them! I hear the fetters——

Julian.

Pass them by——!

Eunapius.

[Hastening through the press.] We have succeeded marvellously, sire.

Julian.

Who are they, these ruffians?

Eunapius.

Some of them belong to this city; but most, it seems, are peasants fleeing from Cappadocia.

Julian.

I will not see them. Forward, as I commanded!

The Prisoners' Song.

[Nearer.

Blissful our crowning with martyrdom's jewel;
Blissful our meeting with saints gone before.

Julian.

The madmen. Not so near to me! My guard, my guard!


[The two processions have meanwhile encountered each other in the crush. The